@eemmaa @pernia My AP English teacher was a shitretard. We spent the first few months on Beowulf, which is not even English. We glossed over Chaucer's massive scatalogical compendium, then did Dante's Inferno (also not English) before also glossing over Paradise Lost (which *was* English) because we'd burned too much time on the Inferno. Then I had to practically speed through Macbeth because I had just finished Hamlet and started Macbeth and this turned out to overlap with the class starting it, and the teacher played this, like, tape of people that couldn't get jobs acting in Shakespearean productions doing a terrible reading and I was worried that this would corrupt my impression of Macbeth forever, so I had to finish it before that horrible tape could ruin it. The goddamned Wuthering Heights, which we were supposed to finish over the Christmas break: ruined my goddamn vacation on what has to be the worst book I've ever read in my life. We get back in January, "Who read the book?", two hands go up: mine and my friend's. So I sat through the class reading it aloud while I read something else; I forget what. (By that time in school, I was usually able to get away with doing whatever I felt like doing, for :dylanklebold: various reasons :ericharris: that are vague and also probably not worth going into here.)
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